This is a song about "Robbers"

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening