This is a song about "Shopping malls"

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I don’t take calls when i’m in the halls or the malls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Open side malls and broken ride smalls

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And filling up like a shopping cart

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin