This is a song about "Your clothes"

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

So i'm writing you this letter

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I swear if you lettem take your clothes then yeah they'd prbly take it.

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And slid back north of course to pen more