This is a song about "Friend stealing"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

When you spill out hits

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Stop stealing your raps from other people

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Confessing my stealing convenience

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

You easy stealing picked pocket,

You were an amazing best friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

A born starter, in the game for real

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

I'll never be your best friend

Niggas in the street scared