This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

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

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My girl finished high school and she got her a degree

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Yo, big rob you ready?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Just searching for the perfect shot

I go back to my friend rob.