This is a song about "Rob blades"

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

By any means, if ya like it or not

I go back to my friend rob.

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hopin' that my niggas see

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Blades sharper than brittney spears! im crazier!

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer