This is a song about "Stolen heart"

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

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

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

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

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them