This is a song about "Stores"

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Sometimes i go stores and buy everything that i see

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse