This is a song about "Pizza shops"

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

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

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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