This is a song about "Ferrari clothes"

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

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

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Zero options to choose

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes