This is a song about "Rob"

What them tippers don't see

Yo, big rob you ready?

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Little more weed, first class seats

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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