This is a song about "Robing a store"

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

You're fucking with me, nigga

A store that dosen't get a

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

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

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

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

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store