This is a song about "Stolen moments"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

With new ones but its hard to forget all the good moments

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

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

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

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Moments when the way to love was buried and twisted

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

He been waiting for his connection to come

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen