This is a song about "Me robbing people"

And people give me hell

The twin towers fell

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

People seem to judge me on the daily

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But cruel people around me treated me badly

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Robbing national treasury

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Picking on me, bullying me, people pointing fingers at me

Now all my people can you hear me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So easily, hoping people feel me