This is a song about "Stealing his guitar"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Confessing my stealing #convenience

These chalance give me balance

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I can play binary search better than guitar

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Code red, which means you go red

So they taught me to spray

People stealing, they gonna pay,

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king