This is a song about "Fancy clothes"

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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