This is a song about "Hitting da mall"

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Nearly hitting those skies

I used to have a nine to five

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

And golden mall with a golden wall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough