This is a song about "Stores"

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous