This is a song about "Drug store"

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

I know you're mad, but so what

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!

Summer time, different shore

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug