This is a song about "Having the best clothes"

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

We are having the time of our lives

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes