This is a song about "Stealing ideas"

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

When you spill out hits

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

And that i spent the night with her

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.