This is a song about "Rob being gay"

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Gotta say it was a good day

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay-lookin boy

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay looking boy

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop