This is a song about "Stores"

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

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

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores