This is a song about "Robbin kfc"

'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

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news