This is a song about "Mairo robbing banks"

You heard banks was crackin skulls

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

But five years from now i bet she see

Robbing national treasury

The river of death has brimmed his banks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window