This is a song about "Rob t"

If out of line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

Let me rideuntil i get free

Yo, big rob you ready?

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby