This is a song about "Shit clothes"

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

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

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

You see i gotta go to war

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes