This is a song about "Shopping malls"

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

And filling up like a shopping cart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

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

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning