This is a song about "Shopping centre"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta

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

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

And filling up like a shopping cart

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Your in the centre spotlight the world can see ya