This is a song about "Mr steal your girl"

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Next time your able remember dont steal someone elses fable

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Your girl i'm fisting so stop your bitching

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Just steal and rape and kill your strife life, trife, modest too,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

She's cute but her forehead's big

I guess i can steal your chick

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there