This is a song about "Stealing men"

I'm stealing this games power, i'm straight thieving

Mines is family over everything

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

People stealing, they gonna pay,

Gotta say it was a good day

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I had never fit in with the men.

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her