This is a song about "Bank robbing"

We robbing the hot topic and dropping

You know that love is a very serious thing

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

And they're robbing our money for tax

Im focused on a bigger bank

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

I just write that right by a mic stand

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true