This is a song about "Rob ford"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I go back to my friend rob.

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

But make sure if they do see

Yo, big rob you ready?

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic