This is a song about "Stole her"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

U stole my money bread and dough

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

But make sure if they do see

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

They say that karats help your vision

But i had a conscience, listened to it, never stole the bicycles,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

So here i am stole the limelight with the sicker rhymes