This is a song about "Georgian stores"

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Sometimes i go stores and buy everything that i see

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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