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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Play the game nigga

A store that dosen't get a