This is a song about "Robing a store"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Then the world ain't no trick no more

You better be ready for whats in store

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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