This is a song about "Rob morgan"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool