This is a song about "Through the clothes"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

What preceded was the clue

All the things we been through

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

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

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes