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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Steal his clothes and give a sermon to his sheep and spit some blasphemy

I steal a fate, deliver ashes, instant cremate.

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Improve myself to become a person, not a who

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

There's nothin' like where i come from

Imma a dangerous person