This is a song about "Rob franks"

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla