This is a song about "Smokey rob"

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Rob you on the street with the nine

Your chick said i'm hot

I go back to my friend rob.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Every battle you get smoked, that's why your name is smokey

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,