This is a song about "Nice clothes"

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks