This is a song about "Thrift store"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

You better be ready for whats in store

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

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

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.