This is a song about "Rob forte"

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Yo, big rob you ready?

But make sure if they do see

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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