This is a song about "Robbing boys"

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

She probably had a reason though

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears