This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

I go back to my friend rob.

There must be a god

And i can write a hook fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends