This is a song about "Niggers stealin shit"

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Everything is just full of shit.

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

In a muck stealin from his mom's purse just to get by in life

Just call me boss you motherbitches cause i'm stealin race.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary