This is a song about "Dollar store"

Or something that you paid for

Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

A store that dosen't get a

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

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more