This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

But you're loving mine i am the shit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

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

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly