This is a song about "Online shopping"

These nigguhs is not who they is online

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Thats why we always broke, everyday is a shopping spree,