This is a song about "Robbin"

'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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

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