This is a song about "Repair shop"

I was headed down over to the head shop

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

My conduct needs repair

They be like where

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Lollipop from a candy shop,

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob