This is a song about "Ima steal your bitch"

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Go crazy when she hear music

I guess i can steal your chick

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

But if the time is right ima steal them priceless diamonds glistening

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/