This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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