This is a song about "Jay rob"

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Rob you on the street with the nine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

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