This is a song about "Rob ford"

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

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

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Out there on my bumper like a city cop