This is a song about "Shopping at walmart"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

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

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

And filling up like a shopping cart

And by the way i'mma start

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

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

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

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

Up at three, school at dawn,

Get on a song