This is a song about "Rob"

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

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Our history that they stole, africa

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

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

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