This is a song about "Expensive clothes"

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Releasing excessive content, while realizing how expensive this rap project is,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/