This is a song about "Playstation store"

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

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Not relying on the light no more

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