This is a song about "Shopping"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

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

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

And filling up like a shopping cart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

I want that title but they got me fighting under card