This is a song about "Sweaters"

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And wear it proud, we roll tight like sweaters

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

These fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in alaska

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Tearing your sweaters and necklaces, cause i'm an expert at recklessness

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Please sugar don't come alone