This is a song about "Drug store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

You better be ready for whats in store

That i'm better than any kinda drug

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

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Her love is like a drug

Bitches is artificially duck