This is a song about "Boy store"

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

You made me wanna

A store that dosen't get a

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door