This is a song about "Rob being gay"

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

But i - somehow, some way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

I'm a son of a gun

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

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

There's nothing man made than can make it just you