This is a song about "Sam rob"

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

I’m tryna be low key

Yo, big rob you ready?

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

I can feel your heart beating fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop