This is a song about "Guy in the store"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Dont fuck with the new guy

I be ballin, they wonder why

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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