This is a song about "Washing clothes"

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

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her