This is a song about "Rob amici"

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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