This is a song about "Pizza shops"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

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

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list