This is a song about "Guy in the store"

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

There's no telling what the world has in store for us

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Dont fuck with the new guy

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Gotta store this in your core to denture the best parts, although

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

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