This is a song about "Stores"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

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

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush