This is a song about "Guy in the store"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

And there's little to be glad for

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store