This is a song about "Thrift shopping"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

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

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

And filling up like a shopping cart

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes