This is a song about "Rob blades"

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Blades made conformably enormously

I just want somebody i can see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yo, big rob you ready?

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Blades sharper than brittney spears! im crazier!

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Rob you on the street with the nine

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves