This is a song about "Rob bitch taylor erin julia cathy nigga money weed"

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/