This is a song about "Armed robs"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

"why don't you come on in, robs just in the shower"

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

The harmless youth are armed to shoot, it's the kids' cries i hear,

Tell the cops to get the yellow tape cuz im cautious like a serial killer armed

Stop with the policy of poppin' pills before you get pulled by a cop

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

Armed with darkness in my heart,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park