This is a song about "Sam rob"

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

The faker they shakin' my hand

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Even uncle sam agrees.

Cause there could never be peace

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I go back to my friend rob.

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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