This is a song about "Through the clothes"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Girl i just love you

All the things we been through

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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