This is a song about "Rob howard"

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Yeah you know i got that work