This is a song about "Hoe in the store"

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

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

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

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

And i made it with that dope flow

Now get the fuck back hoe