This is a song about "Stealing guns"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Now you got me hopped up on that

You easy stealing picked pocket,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns