This is a song about "Kck and lil rob"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier