This is a song about "Wearing black cloths"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

You other brothers can’t deny

Wasted talent now he wearing a tie

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Boys wearing that hardy

Walk that body, talk that body

While wearing blindfolds /i'll slice throats

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Like no other wearing a voodoo necklace slicing