This is a song about "Jay rob"

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

No david lettermans acting a fool

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

The concept is so absurd