This is a song about "Stolen lives"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I enjoy threatening these lives

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

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

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Their taking lives and twisten em

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Feel our lives begin to decay

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say