This is a song about "Georgian stores"

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets