This is a song about "Robbing"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you