This is a song about "My outfit"

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Miami nights, ain't another one

Grab my knife and my gun