This is a song about "Wants new clothes"

// [everybody wants you, player]

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And nobody wants ta

I ain't mad at cha

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Wants you around trynna to get

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

That's why i shine like i does

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row