This is a song about "Dollar store"

Army stance, ready for war

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor