This is a song about "Store"

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

To liberate yourself, africa

A store that dosen't get a

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

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

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

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

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