This is a song about "Welcoming someone to the store"

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Gotta store this in your core to denture the best parts, although

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Do you ever remember when you talk to someone and your heart race from the thrill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store