This is a song about "Shopping spree"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I'll willingly body them lyrically and carry on my winning spree

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Flyer than the rest of them

Go on killing spree number ten

Cheated three times and added up points to her kill spree

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money