This is a song about "White oaks mall"

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Where's my mommy? think i just got left forgotten in a shopping mall

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

At the mall like try my dick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Yeah my skin color is white,

You got to have your game tight

I got that powder, i got that white

And if i want to go outside

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child