This is a song about "Stealing his guitar"

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Confessing my stealing #convenience

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I can play binary search better than guitar

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

My talent should take me places i've never been

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

All this started by stealing her purse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours