This is a song about "Stolen goods"

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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