This is a song about "Stealing ideas"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Confessing my stealing convenience

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

You easy stealing picked pocket,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

I just got one request, stop breathing