This is a song about "Drug store"

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Bitches is artificially duck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

You see i gotta go to war

You better be ready for whats in store

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

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

Randy don't always talk about money and drug