This is a song about "Same clothes"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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