This is a song about "Off brand clothes"

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

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

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

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

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

Measurable lifespan we made. the scan shows a brand, tanned,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.