This is a song about "I want to steal but i suck at it"

But all i want you to say is

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

I ain't gotta try too hard to rip your shit bars, suck it

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I don't want to do it but if a storm gonna follow me all day then

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

I don't want to think of it tonight.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

I want to change but i cant

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I think i want to leave, but it is a bit early