This is a song about "Through the clothes"

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry