This is a song about "Rob franks"

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"