This is a song about "Smokey rob"

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Can barely walk the city streets

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

The concept is so absurd

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

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

We was high school peers, in junior high

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob