This is a song about "Stolen"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

I am not the only one

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

But the same deposition take it every time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime