This is a song about "Jennifer rob ford toronto crack"

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You jennifer love hewitt and bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Can barely walk the city streets

Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick