This is a song about "Stole your ryhmes"

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

"i have nothing to live for, these people stole my fame

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You stole from me from under my nose

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Well, i guess i eventually stole your heart one day

A darkness sprang like a slinky and the devil stole your potential/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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