This is a song about "Pizza shop"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Faded like a barber shop

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I'm sittin in the barber shop

I was headed down over to the head shop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Your words you throw don't rhyme, that's why ya always at the shop,

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

Ever since then i had no job