This is a song about "Grocery store"

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

And there's little to be glad for

Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Need i say more out in singapore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

A store that dosen't get a

A legend have to bow, africa