This is a song about "Shopping"

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

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

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

And filling up like a shopping cart

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

They ain’t really for condoms, i just think that it’s shocking