This is a song about "Robbers"

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be