This is a song about "Somebody has stolen myself"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Walk that body, talk that body

Act like im no longer a somebody

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

Me and my microphone could be one

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Don't do what somebody else do

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them