This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught