This is a song about "Stealing guns"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

All this started by stealing her purse

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Confessing my stealing convenience

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

So here i am at the store for some chips

And this will be the song that we sing

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