This is a song about "Rob t"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

They giving pounds and that before get the money

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Yo, big rob you ready?

I reel them in, goadomes on see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

But me and my brother never made it out school