This is a song about "Robin hood"

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

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

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Showed your lil' ass look

I don't live in the hood

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book