This is a song about "Money and clothes"

Steal his clothes and give a sermon to his sheep and spit some blasphemy

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Twista finna get up on the track

Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket