This is a song about "Fancy clothes"

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

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

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Thought this was forever love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

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