This is a song about "Hoe in the store"

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

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

Like the man in the cloud on mario,sorry hoe i just not feeling your sorry flow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store