This is a song about "Rob thomas"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

By any means, if ya like it or not

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

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Guess that means you can never be mine

Rob you on the street with the nine

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

After party crib full of broads all naked

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison