This is a song about "Stolen lives"

Not king james, these were coke kings

We livin' protected lives/

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Flyer than the rest of them

Their taking lives and twisten em

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time