This is a song about "Sam rob"

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

What you talking about? lil man

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

You don't mean that, you faggot

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hopin' that my niggas see

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

When i get to warwick avenue

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