This is a song about "Door store"

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

The shit that i spit is more

Saw somethin happenn next door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

Need i say more out in singapore

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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

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

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

A store that dosen't get a

A criminal grind nigga