This is a song about "Shopping"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

And filling up like a shopping cart

No gimmick: real time, real heart

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing