This is a song about "Rob morgan"

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Cause i break it out a lot

I go back to my friend rob.

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Making a movie, spike work