This is a song about "Shopping bags"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I want millions of body bags

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

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

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

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

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning