This is a song about "Guy in the store"

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You better be ready for whats in store

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Get my taste from all of my bitches

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

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

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious