This is a song about "Why isnt my local grocery store selling healthier produce"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I make my own music, i even produce,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I produce heat, it's hard from you to meet my peek,

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor