This is a song about "Big rob"

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

And slid back north of course to pen more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I go back to my friend rob.

Pawning my chain in the shop

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop