This is a song about "Rob 20blades"

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

Can barely walk the city streets

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore