This is a song about "Stealing someones girl"

But i hope one day someones gonna fuckin stop it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Confessing my stealing convenience

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I ended someones life with these two hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Driving my car to a foreign place

Im removing the rules and stealing your face