This is a song about "Corner store"

Or something that you paid for

While i sit in the corner

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

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

Now they're in the corner cowering

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Poke out from behind her

I'm stuck in a corner

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war