This is a song about "Fancy clothes"

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

Thought this was forever love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

It's disgusting and horrible to see his 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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,