This is a song about "Lil rob"

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Our history that they stole, africa

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I go back to my friend rob.

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy