This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

So the next time she buys you clothes, she can get you a bigger bra,