This is a song about "Yosu the mercenary who stole my heart"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Stole my stripes from the pelt of a now panther

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

The skill is the the dagger that goes piercing through my heart

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Had to follow my heart and think with my mind about who i was

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Yeah i'll show them the reason that my heart beats

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

U stole my money bread and dough

She stands stagnant, adamant, the man opposite her stole her rent

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Stole my flow from the legends, they say that i'm embezzling/