This is a song about "Thrift store"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

Your gonna be on top nigga

A store that dosen't get a

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

They say it's only one life, life, life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for