This is a song about "Rob myself"

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Just me and my boss no worries at all

I go back to my friend rob.

Been running around trying find a job

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

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

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Yo, big rob you ready?

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb