This is a song about "Rob ford"

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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