This is a song about "Racking at the shops"

I promise i'mma call you back

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Ain't no women at the shows

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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