This is a song about "Stolen"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Matter fact, a raptor who just had her baby stolen/

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves