This is a song about "Jay rob"

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

How i cruise it with a fat jay

I fucking hate this job

I go back to my friend rob.

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Rob you on the street with the nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time