This is a song about "Rob morgan"

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

And you can tell everyone

I go back to my friend rob.

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

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

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

When rob and dez was in the ball pit