This is a song about "Steal your chick"

Make room for the groom married to his music

Kobe bryant married that young chick

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

I'm sure to get rich

Your main chick is now my bitch

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

They're don't lie, steal, fight, kill or cheat on your wife

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Your bro ain't that much different than a chick

Pose, click, pose, click

Or you gonna stand there, chick