This is a song about "Rob howard"

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

Yo, big rob you ready?

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

He say, she say." oh my god

I go back to my friend rob.

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

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

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

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