This is a song about "Rob"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

Curl up like big worm when i drop

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

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