This is a song about "Thieves"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

That no one can steel not even thieves

In private, not public in the streets

Thieves lurking in the dark like poltergeist, moving pieces of my brain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels