This is a song about "Rob franks"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

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

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

That's motivation, my people living wicked

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid