This is a song about "General store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

That fire flow the finest women i adore

And everything is purple

Us humans in general

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Who know this be the life that i really live

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

Won't settle or meddle with that sergeant general

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more