This is a song about "Rob bird"

Like a bird without a cage

And i pray that never change

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Yo, big rob you ready?

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

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

Ballin in green like im larry bird

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird