This is a song about "New clothes"

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

That's why i shine like i does

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

So everything retro come across so corny

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes