This is a song about "Rob jones"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

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

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,