This is a song about "Rob thomas"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

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

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

She prefer the dutty wine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Yo, big rob you ready?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free