This is a song about "Rob myself"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

Relying on myself

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city