This is a song about "Shop of tricks"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six