This is a song about "I steal"

That’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

I got that mass appeal

For real my fists are made of steal

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Her box what i wanted to steal

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I know you never cared for the bling, but they steal your livers

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Notice how sick i am, don't steal my shit or get it quoted/

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice