This is a song about "Stealing stuff"

Damn man that's some good stuff

I feel my work ain't enough

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And i can't help but notice

I got glasses to see stuff,

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Stealing magazine's & chip's

She likes the way it hits her lips

Confessing my stealing convenience

So get up off that slave ship

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Mama always told me i’d be famous