This is a song about "Guns robbing"

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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