This is a song about "Ferrari clothes"

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

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

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

I just want somebody i can see

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes