This is a song about "Store"

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

And please never disrespect my set

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

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

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

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

That fire flow the finest women i adore

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

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