This is a song about "Robbin"

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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