This is a song about "Sam rob"

Yeah you know i got that work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

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

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I said believe in your dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

Bring the keys, oh my god

I go back to my friend rob.