This is a song about "Rob manis"

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Because of you we are overly dedicated

I go back to my friend rob.

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

The real muscle in the message of that

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot