This is a song about "Big rob"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Rob you on the street with the nine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

And if i do go you better come through

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy