This is a song about "Stolen ability"

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

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

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

Want the title but im always fighting under card

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely