This is a song about "Money hoes clothes"

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

We should fuck each others mothers

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos