This is a song about "Stealing ideas"

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Confessing my stealing convenience

They bringing me fish and chips