This is a song about "Chip shop"

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Guess not, can't shop, because my income's stopped,

I fucking hate this job

Lollipop from a candy shop,

This is the part where we run hip hop

Faded like a barber shop

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Faded like a barber shop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I ain't even really need that shop class

From mechanic shop to full time, never took a vacation

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him