This is a song about "Rob thomas"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

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

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

But she forgot about the golden rule