This is a song about "Corner shop"

I fucking hate this job

Faded like a barber shop

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Faded like a barber shop

You live in that cosy corner,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

By any means, if ya like it or not

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Something worth dying for

I'm stuck in a corner

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

I ain't even really need that shop class

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash