This is a song about "Pizza shop"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Guess not, can't shop, because my income's stopped,

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

I make her cum a lot

Lollipop from a candy shop,

I was headed down over to the head shop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Faded like a barber shop

This is the part where we run hip hop

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop