This is a song about "Why isnt my local grocery store selling healthier produce"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

I make my own music, i even produce,

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

I'll tear my fucking hear out, rip it up, and then store it or,

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

I make my own music, i even produce

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My bars are like a store on black friday