This is a song about "Robby the cryer"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

As the king upon the throne

Gotta handle your own

Still the man with the pan

I put that shit on my man

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

A real wonder woman

The bigger the the fun

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.