This is a song about "Expensive clothes"

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas