This is a song about "Having the best clothes"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

It was the best of the best rules//

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

As the nurses were removing her from her brother she started having

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,