This is a song about "How to rob"

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Stirrin' a crock of shit like the rocks for the cops to rob 'em,

Accustomed to the consistency like dammit how

Look over your shoulder, i am a man now

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Like how we supposed to uphold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

You reflect in this heart of mine

Rob you on the street with the nine

I go back to my friend rob.

Okay man you do the drop

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot