This is a song about "Rob forte"

I gotta know if it's real or not

I go back to my friend rob.

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

I said believe in your dreams

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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