This is a song about "Rob being gay"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Then some lady named billie holiday

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

Round my motherfuckin way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yo, big rob you ready?

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Little gay lookin' boy

Little gay looking boy

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

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

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you