This is a song about "Robbin"

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

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

'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