This is a song about "Accused of stealing"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And blame us when we defend the poor, accused of arrogance,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Confessing my stealing convenience

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

Got the perfect plan to help me get her