This is a song about "How to rob"

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

How we yet to find solace

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Accustomed to the consistency like dammit how

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Like how we supposed to uphold

And all women who had light features, see

And how to battle me politely

Understand how i planned to hit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

Ever since then i had no job

No car key and i mean that

I don't know how to rap,