This is a song about "I got new clothes"

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I want to make the world new

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

And i must admit

And went and got some new shit

Thought i was gonna die till i got this brand new prescription,

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure