This is a song about "Carl s store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

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

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store