This is a song about "Drug store"

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

That i'm better than any kinda drug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

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

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

A store that dosen't get a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/