This is a song about "Rob"

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot