This is a song about "Rob manis"

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

She prefer the dutty wine

Rob you on the street with the nine

That's how i got the weed spot

I go back to my friend rob.