This is a song about "Stealing bases"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Stealing magazine's & chip's

My team getting digits

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Stop stealing your raps from other people

And everything is purple