This is a song about "Salty walmart workers"

Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

And retail clerks, we shop at walmart, and grind around the,

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve