This is a song about "Expensive clothes"

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Then the most expensive thing i owned was my xbox

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes