This is a song about "Stolen stereo"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type