This is a song about "Robbin"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues