This is a song about "Nigga stealing"

Confessing my stealing convenience

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

All this started by stealing her purse

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that