This is a song about "Rob dyrdek"

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Rob you on the street with the nine

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

But she forgot about the golden rule

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool