This is a song about "Smokey rob"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

Quick fast in and out we rob the servo cashier

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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