This is a song about "Goodwill"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

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

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

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