This is a song about "Jay rob"

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

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

And she gon let it loose, hey

How i cruise it with a fat jay

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Rob you on the street with the nine

Until the end of time

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

I love to peel this bitch yung jay