This is a song about "Big rob"

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Your chick said i'm hot

I go back to my friend rob.

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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