This is a song about "Thief s"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Haven't it already bare in the common thief