This is a song about "Stolen"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets