This is a song about "Rob thomas"

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

And people call me a user, but i want you

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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