This is a song about "Thrift stores"

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,