This is a song about "Asain store"

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store