This is a song about "People stealin my clothes"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

What i do takes frills and i take my clothes off for cash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Which leads to your people and my people clash

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those