This is a song about "Wants new clothes"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

If he wants to kill himself,

I can taste the salt from my tears

// [everybody wants you, player]

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

I do sound like darth vader

// [everybody wants you, player]

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks