This is a song about "Stealing guns"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Confessing my stealing convenience

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

You easy stealing picked pocket,