This is a song about "People stealin my clothes"

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

I've got muslims calling on jesus

People take my kindness for weakness

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Just call me boss you motherbitches cause i'm stealin race.