This is a song about "Shop"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

Or never say never though i admit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Faded like a barber shop

Been running around trying find a job

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I ain't even really need that shop class

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,