This is a song about "Wearinh other nighas clothes"

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

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

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