This is a song about "Stolen goods"

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof