This is a song about "Lost my mom in the mall"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

I do pacsun like the store in the mall