This is a song about "Shit clothes"

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

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

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

I was born to do the damn thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

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

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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