This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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

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

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

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

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

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes