This is a song about "Thief s"

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

Like being garbage some type of disease

I don't know you like that are you bar thief?