This is a song about "Robbin kfc"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

'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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Resort to robbin' to feed my family