This is a song about "Stealing cars"

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

But somehow it made them listen