This is a song about "Money cars clothes"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks