This is a song about "Nigga stealing"

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

A break from what you hearing

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

I'm stealing this games power, i'm straight thieving

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Confessing my stealing convenience