This is a song about "Mairo robbing banks"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Or closed casket for our troubles

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil