This is a song about "Rob howard"

I go back to my friend rob.

That's how i got the weed spot

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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