This is a song about "Shopping"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Thats why we always broke, everyday is a shopping spree,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

Where's my mommy? think i just got left forgotten in a shopping mall

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

And filling up like a shopping cart