This is a song about "Robin hood"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

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

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood