This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase