This is a song about "Shit clothes"

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

This is oh so much like getting votes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes