This is a song about "Rob howard"

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

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

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

So get them ends hot

I go back to my friend rob.

Man i've reached heights dwight howard couldn't reach nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa