This is a song about "Stealing guns"

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Cold, my style making my nose run

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Never mind that's just twitch stealing lines line charlie sheen ho

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Im removing the rules and stealing your face