This is a song about "Shopping"

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Must you go on a shopping spree cuz i could count to three you'll bump into tree

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

And filling up like a shopping cart

February cold as my heart

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/