This is a song about "Rob amici"

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

So like i said before don't act a fool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do