This is a song about "Rob forte"

Yo, big rob you ready?

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rob you on the street with the nine

And just in time your head is mine

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Another love song about shit

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop