This is a song about "Shopping at walmart"

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Up at three, school at dawn,

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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