This is a song about "Grocery"

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

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

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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