This is a song about "Door store"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

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

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

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

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

Saw somethin happenn next door

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

She leave her hair on the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor