This is a song about "Rob ford"

I start to think it's all planned

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Yo, big rob you ready?

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I don't blame her though...now i see her smiling everytime she sees me in my ford/

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh