This is a song about "Rob you in compton"

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

And this the endso good luck with your career

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

I said believe in your dreams

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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