This is a song about "Pizza shops"

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

He steals kebabs from the shops, because he's so broke,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke