This is a song about "Rob jones"

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

I go back to my friend rob.

Put my trust in my god

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents