This is a song about "Rob you in compton"

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top