This is a song about "How to rob how to steal"

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Like how we supposed to uphold

Would rob & steal to keep it real / ain't ever seen the bigger deal

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

I'm on deck i'm up next

But i learnt how to wipe them tears

Like a small garage in your backyard

Starring at the pad wondering how to start

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Rap's inspiration to steal.

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

How many verses i gotta murder to,

Understand how i planned to hit

They was on that mase shit