This is a song about "Stolen stereo"

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Anti bacterial so the stereo is sterilized

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Can’t you see just how long my run