This is a song about "Rob morgan"

Yo, big rob you ready?

What them tippers don't see

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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