This is a song about "Stealing pussy"

You easy stealing picked pocket,

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

The time is now, on everything

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure