This is a song about "Money weed clothes"

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

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

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes