This is a song about "Jay rob"

And don't make vibrations stop

I go back to my friend rob.

Then some lady named billie holiday

My big dick into her va jay jay

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

What them tippers don't see

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Yo, big rob you ready?

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not