This is a song about "Grocery store"

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

She need now, she ain't never needed love

A store that dosen't get a

The science and the art, africa

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

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

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

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

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

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

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore