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

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

How to get my rent money

Hopin' that my niggas see

How about i just get right to it

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

How to be looked down upon

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Starring at the pad wondering how to start

Knowing how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to bleed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And how to battle me politely