This is a song about "Big rob"

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

Big tits and a big ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty