This is a song about "Rob morgan"

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

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

No david lettermans acting a fool

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Higher power where these verses from

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,