This is a song about "Stolen goods"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Work loud, chokin', all your reefer, it's soft spoken

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

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

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