This is a song about "White oaks mall"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Look, now roll my j tight

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I'm shutting shit down in the mall

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk