This is a song about "Shit clothes"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

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

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

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

She can make a pimp fall in love

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

This is oh so much like getting votes

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