This is a song about "Store"

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

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

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

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

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store