This is a song about "Stealing water"

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

But i guess that shit's just tough love

What is hittin' for

Then i flush it with water

All this started by stealing her purse

If i sent my dad letters

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I refresh myself with water

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here