This is a song about "Shopping centre"

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Rout the centre forced surrender

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

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

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada