This is a song about "Thrift shopping"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

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

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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