This is a song about "Shit clothes"

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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