This is a song about "Stealing gun"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

All this started by stealing her purse

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Grab my knife and my gun

This thing that you could imagine

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

In the car with a gun,

My drive is like no one