This is a song about "The store"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

And, i could step into the store and say give me those

While u patrolled around the kids store. score i just won another whore.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

You better be ready for whats in store

So tell me why are we at war

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,