This is a song about "The store"

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

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,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi 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.

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

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday