This is a song about "Rob campbell"

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard