This is a song about "My black shirt and pants"

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Before we see it's hard to live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Bet everything you're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

Killin everybody in my sight, turn him black and white

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Everyday is a new story, pick up my rosary, and turn my shirt around like rotary,

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,