This is a song about "Robing a store"

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

My bars are like a store on black friday

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

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

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for