This is a song about "Stolen"

On the bible you can run

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

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

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them