This is a song about "Goodwill thrift shop"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Faded like a barber shop

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

From mechanic shop to full time, never took a vacation

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

And don't make vibrations stop

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Faded like a barber shop

I fucking hate this job