This is a song about "Stolen goods"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

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

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime