This is a song about "Shop n save"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm the rudest guy 'n' i'll steadily save my legacy 'n' lengthen it

I gotta know if it's real or not

Faded like a barber shop

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I'm undead, undeniable, unable to save

Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

So how the fuck do i save

But i know i see better days

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top