This is a song about "A person who steal your clothes"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Improve myself to become a person, not a who

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Not a morning person, hell no

I seen y'all in person you had a look in your eyes as if your were hurting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

If you are a first person in the universe until the day i put 100k inside your ass

Let's put it on cruise control

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

I steal a fate, deliver ashes, instant cremate.

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid