This is a song about "Robing a store"

15 years old, i doubt you've seen the inside of a liquor store before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

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

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My bars are like a store on black friday

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

That's just the beginning of war