This is a song about "Store"

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

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

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!

Some old bitch that we did before

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

And there's little to be glad for

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said