This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

The bitches is everything in between

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those