This is a song about "Stealing gun"

Just give me a carrot gun

I told him get his 9 and run

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

And this will be the song that we sing

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Stop stealing your raps from other people

And everything is purple

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

All this started by stealing her purse

And what about the rappers