This is a song about "Boy store"

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

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

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store