This is a song about "Mall sushi"

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

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Pass it back, i'll stab and slash it to sushi, sassy sweet assassin,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

And golden mall with a golden wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed