This is a song about "Stealing your girld"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Confessing my stealing convenience

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her