This is a song about "Through the clothes"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing