This is a song about "Big rob"

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I just write that right by a mic stand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Yo, big rob you ready?

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

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

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo