This is a song about "She thinks im robin hood"

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

She likes to look in my hood; she says it's the best shiny bling with that one rippled beat

She thinks its all a sin, doesn't understand i'm alone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Everyone thinks im a heartless monster

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Aye, hold your head homie, look