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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

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

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

A store that dosen't get a

Beautiful are thou, africa

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore