This is a song about "Stealing ideas"

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Overflowing ideas with nowhere to go.

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

But me and my brother never made it out school

Running out of ideas i need to retool

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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