This is a song about "Mall sushi"

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all