This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

And their only fucking mission is making a billion

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Making dollar bills out of music

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip