This is a song about "Fat rob"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Rob you on the street with the nine

And just in time your head is mine

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

That!but i am ugly and fat,

And that maybach, let me take em way back

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

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop