This is a song about "Rob"

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

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

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

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier