This is a song about "Carl s store"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

You better be ready for whats in store

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

It´s the battle of life

Before we see it's hard to live

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!