This is a song about "Ill rob you"

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Ill end you will to rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Like a predator, ill murder you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

My back up is running / i run fast so you can't rob me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Making a movie, spike work