This is a song about "Robbing banks"

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Robbing national treasury

My slight fo's just talk dirty

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

We robbing the hot topic and dropping

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

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

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree