This is a song about "Robbing boys"

What them tippers don't see

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

On they twitter writing novels, see

Robbing national treasury

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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