This is a song about "Thieves"

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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