This is a song about "Grocery shopping"

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Must you go on a shopping spree cuz i could count to three you'll bump into tree

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

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

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

And my bank account look just like a phone card