This is a song about "Rob"

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good