This is a song about "Shops"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

He steals kebabs from the shops, because he's so broke,

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest