This is a song about "App store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Amir is a boss who wrote the rappad app

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm going through something with life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

People tryna get a pic with their app flash zoom

The science and the art, africa

A store that dosen't get a

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!