This is a song about "How to rob"

How to be looked down upon

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Just to see how it tasted

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

How we yet to find solace

We don't ever make love

And how to battle me politely

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

It tries to rob you and you wanna stab it with a knife

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

To dictate how to look,

She got that good good

How it's supposed to be

To them it's just a story