This is a song about "Smokey rob"

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

It's all good, finna dog that

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers