This is a song about "Store"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store