This is a song about "Stealing his guitar"

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

She likes the way it hits her lips

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix