This is a song about "Rob hoes"

Took me a while just to write those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Yo, big rob you ready?

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

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

Ain't no women at the shows

In the garden guarding my hoes

She's bad and she knows

Keep it trill for the hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

This is the part where we run hip hop

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose