This is a song about "Having the best clothes"

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

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

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

You having the family you're gonnawannalove them and not let them down..

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

And there's little to be glad for

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,