This is a song about "Goodwill shopping"

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Where's my mommy? think i just got left forgotten in a shopping mall

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,