This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

See you was there every year when i needed you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Making a movie, spike work