This is a song about "Stores"

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Another day as i step out the door

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

When my first lp drops the stores will be overran