This is a song about "Robbers"

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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