This is a song about "Rob howard"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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