This is a song about "Rob blades"

While working on my mistakes

That i cut him open with razor blades,

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

The phrase the pays inside the streets is sharp is razor blades,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

Rob you on the street with the nine

Westside, bitch i run mine

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans