This is a song about "Thrift store"

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Just a little nigga

A store that dosen't get a

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store