This is a song about "Fancy clothes"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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