This is a song about "Jay rob"

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Kanye, jay z, thanks for watching the throne

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

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

My big dick into her va jay jay

I swear i'm coming back one day

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means