This is a song about "Racking at the shops"

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

75,000 plus at the attendance at the grandest stage on em all

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Gaze at the wastebasket, amazed at the way that shit

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

And you could find interest

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Only real niggas stay on top

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

At the thought of being popular