This is a song about "Rob amici"

Yo, big rob you ready?

I’m tryna be low key

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

You stood me up and i understand

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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