This is a song about "Stolen goods"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks