This is a song about "Rob morgan"

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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