This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I could think of a couple positions for you

Through all the fucking useless shit ive been through

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

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

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks