This is a song about "Store"

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

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

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall