This is a song about "Hoe in the store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

If you try to give it to me at the door

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

You better be ready for whats in store

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

Not one j got a pair or more

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

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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