This is a song about "Door store"

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Fucking hell, where's the door?

And there's little to be glad for

// [when you walked through the door]

Turn it up a little more

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

// [when you walked through the door]

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

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

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

You're fucking with me, nigga

A store that dosen't get a