This is a song about "Rob snow"

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Tryna find the one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

What's the deal with the nets though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Little more weed, first class seats