This is a song about "Same clothes"

Brighter than yellow bones

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

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

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes