This is a song about "Rob ford"

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

I should have known from the start boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I go back to my friend rob.

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Yeah you know i got that work

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

When rob and dez was in the ball pit