This is a song about "Robin hood"

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

She do it with no hands

Trapping with the hood rats

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Get more nasty ass than robin thicke when miley was twerkin it

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