This is a song about "Stealing guitar"

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix