This is a song about "Thrift shops"

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do