This is a song about "Folding clothes"

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks