This is a song about "Robbing boys"

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Boys tell me they love me

I be gettin' money

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Here i go again, falling in love

Addicted like boys on needles,

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe