This is a song about "Robbing people"

Inhabit the minds of people

The root of all evil

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Robbing national treasury

Dont we have enough death , people

As i light one for ill will

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Lady at the frank stand will

I see all these people

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

And they're robbing our money for tax