This is a song about "Thrift shopping"

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

And filling up like a shopping cart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

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

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