This is a song about "Robbin"

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

'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

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups