This is a song about "Salvation"

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Tamer from his trainer days, mistake salvation for another maze/

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Under the guise of salvation i get knocked down on my face and

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave