This is a song about "Georgian stores"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Sometimes i go stores and buy everything that i see

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

While scheming on hits

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence