This is a song about "Stolen money"

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck