This is a song about "Robbed a store"

Almost kill and robbed from malice.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

From the time that you stole my heart

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!

You burn my epidermis? i go beyond burning you're corneas with heat from a neutron core