This is a song about "Rob myself"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Yeah you know i got that work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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