This is a song about "New clothes"

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Make my jollof with lots of pepper