This is a song about "Robbing an killing"

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

We robbing the hot topic and dropping

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Killing them with a.b.c's, #ask #him aint' a #accident, no need for an a&e.

For now everything just seem so right

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

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

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