This is a song about "Rob you in compton"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hopin' that my niggas see

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

That we can't forget the past