This is a song about "We robbed the drug store"

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

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

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

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Long as we don't have 'nother drug arrest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free