This is a song about "Dollar store"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Look another day another fucking dollar

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

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for