This is a song about "New clothes"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Always knew where the pot was

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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