This is a song about "Your clothes"

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I can't even tell you the place where your clothes were bought

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

So keep your clothes on its useless i confess

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats