This is a song about "Store"

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

You better be ready for whats in store

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

If you try to give it to me at the door

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for