This is a song about "Rob 20blades"

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Rob you on the street with the nine

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I put some cash in ya pocket

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop