This is a song about "Lingerie store"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

What you know about this life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

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

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

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

And you ain't gotta go to war

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

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

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce