This is a song about "Mall sushi"

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

What them tippers don't see

The crew thats as raw a sushi

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

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