This is a song about "Big rob"

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

These joints here not found at the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call