This is a song about "Anti theft"

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

They make your life a fucking theft

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Like as if i didn’t know man