This is a song about "Grocery store"

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

A store that dosen't get a

My all gold rolly or the

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases