This is a song about "Nordstrom"

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

We have food stamps to use at the grocery store,

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

Fucking spits remarkable stores mayhem he daunts prigs a trained auto-trigger

Consists of the meanest elitists and it's grievous, a release from the trigger