This is a song about "Smokey rob"

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for