This is a song about "Big rob"

Big tits and a big ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Get the zippo and spark the shit

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Yo, big rob you ready?

What them tippers don't see

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings