This is a song about "Thrifts shop"

Your words you throw don't rhyme, that's why ya always at the shop,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Faded like a barber shop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

You know i am not gon stop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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