This is a song about "Shop"

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I ain't even really need that shop class

Just want it all to stop, wait for god to close up shop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Ever since then i had no job

I'm sittin in the barber shop

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop