This is a song about "Nice clothes"

Not one j got a pair or more

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats