This is a song about "Theft"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

They make your life a fucking theft