This is a song about "Through the clothes"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

No joke used to rock the same clothes for anything under 4 days,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I can't even tell you the place where your clothes were bought

I was twelve when the gunned you

All the things we been through

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes