This is a song about "Working at a grocery store"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

So either i'm a sociopath or society just isn't working,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes