This is a song about "Goodwill shopping"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Thats why we always broke, everyday is a shopping spree,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

So take the stage just show me what you got

You're window shopping the shit i just bought