This is a song about "Store"

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

You better be ready for whats in store

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

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

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

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/