This is a song about "Grocery store"

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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