This is a song about "Robbing"

Feeling it? my plan's to do career robbing.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Killa never let the drama slide

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And they're robbing our money for tax

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk