This is a song about "Steal your chick"

Oh your friends are sick

That why is baddest chick

Your main chick is now my bitch

Now you speaking my language

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

Rap's inspiration to steal.

Hopin' when this bread get here

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Your chick will be fed up and gone and then called fedex

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Who running your block and what chick be hot

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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