This is a song about "Stealing and killing"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious

But killing and hitting it off, leave you breathless/

Made a living and a killing off it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Made a living and a killing off it

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

I just got one request, stop breathing

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/