This is a song about "Armed robs"

Aiming at the opulent armed only with a pen an a paper. armament.

I thought it was important to go right into the booth after the argument

Goldie locks, goldie robs

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You see now that nigga lonely

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm armed with a 380 on the way to barnum and bailey's

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Armed with starcraft raps, but you can't see me like i'm harborin' arbiters

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

A lone armed soldier on a mission/