This is a song about "Robin thick"

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

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

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

And the reason that i'm going

I used to have thick skin,

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

Oh ya, like that, make it thick

Ambition is still very big