This is a song about "Stealing guns"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And this will be the song that we sing

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

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Confessing my stealing #convenience

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips