This is a song about "Vegas shop"

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!

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

This is the part where we run hip hop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

From mechanic shop to full time, never took a vacation

Just want it all to stop, wait for god to close up shop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I get my cake; i love hip hop