This is a song about "Green clothes"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes