This is a song about "Thrift shoppers"

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

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

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

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

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart