This is a song about "Stolen money"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Im in it for the money

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment