This is a song about "Store"

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

You made me wanna

A store that dosen't get a

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

You better be ready for whats in store

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers