This is a song about "Goodwill shopping"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,