This is a song about "Robbery of a convienience store"

Look it something they can't ever see

But momma raised me right wont be a robbery

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

My bars are like a store on black friday

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery