This is a song about "Shopping at walmart"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

To love me at all at all

Mirror mirror on the wall

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Goddamn, the boy's back

Thats where my profit is at

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals