This is a song about "Mall of georgia"

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Out of this coviction of feelings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Then they both went to the mall to get their mom a card of a apology

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years