This is a song about "Rob morgan"

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,