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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one