That they probably be in the closet of old folks
You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes
Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
Looking for sum hoes with no clothes
Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes
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
I take tokes while you little niggas take notes
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
On they car note to go to the club
Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,
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