This is a song about "Robberies"

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Got dropped roadsters from botched robberies, niggas crouched over

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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