This is a song about "Through the clothes"

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

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

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes