This is a song about "Robbin"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Robbin' emcees blind of skill, now he's poppin' shit off,

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because