This is a song about "Rob"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Let me rideuntil i get free

Yo, big rob you ready?

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry