This is a song about "Rob"

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You see the world is scary

Yo, big rob you ready?

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I go back to my friend rob.