This is a song about "Thrift shoppers"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

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