This is a song about "Through the clothes"

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

No clothes for those with no physique, making the japanese look like the greeks

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot