This is a song about "Stores"

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian