This is a song about "Your nan stealing my adidas creps that were 20 pound still"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That cause me to swat your ass down like a fly, so you still gonna be a talker,

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Confessing my stealing #convenience

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I got to make sure that i can play here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.