This is a song about "Ima steal your bitch"

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

You're at a higher level but i'll steal your place

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