This is a song about "Wear"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Right to wear your mom stay

But i - somehow, some way

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

While you wear silk sweatshirts...

The birds i knew flip birds

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

I wear a disguise every time i come out to the light

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance