This is a song about "Robbin"

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

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