This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

You don't mean that, you faggot

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid