This is a song about "Robberies"

But in case of robberies, i gotta stay with the heat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Got dropped roadsters from botched robberies, niggas crouched over

I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies