This is a song about "Stealing stuff"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

See boy she been in love

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

People stealing, they gonna pay,

Then i said i had enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

You in to that animal stuff

She need now, she ain't never needed love

No more showering you with stuff,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous