This is a song about "Ferrari clothes"

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

You see i gotta go to war

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

And there's little to be glad for

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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