This is a song about "Sam rob"

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

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

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,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Even uncle sam agrees.

4-3... yea, remember that please

Rob you on the street with the nine

Doctor said i was fine

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob