This is a song about "Grocery carts"

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

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

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

Pushing carts from that nine to five just trying to stay alive

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life