This is a song about "Guy stole"

Hopin hes the right guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Slowly realizing im that guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Cars are passing by, guy

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

From the time that you stole my heart

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Stole a brand new range rover

But that's what he liked her

Why you call me back? don't lie

I wanna be the guy

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Women front, they get its cold