This is a song about "Rob"

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

And there's little to be glad for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

If they find that stash box just one time

Rob you on the street with the nine

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u