This is a song about "Mall"

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Because there ain't no coming back from that

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

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

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

And golden mall with a golden wall

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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