[Verse 1: Rob A]

You can bet I'm rolling deep, like Adele

Ain't in a Jeep, or an Excel

Most likely in that '96 Eldorado

Getting way too high, and yeah, Bro, I know

I gotta drive soon

But now I'm in that dry blue

Diamante VR-X

'04, now what you're seeing next

Is my mom's Malibu

Who you know who's this cool?

Cruising real slow

'Cause mine hit the back of a 'Blazer

But I'm still blazing

Music so loud, can't hear what you're saying

Weed so loud that you better get a chaser

You gon' be coughing, Man

[Verse 2: Rob A]

You know I'm in my Answers, please no questions

You know I want a dancer, and her best friend

She's gotta be a master, even with the hand shit

I hope she's got her masters, give brain like Stanford

And you still wonder who's the master?

Listen kid, don't spit shit or I'll son you like Sanford

Man I'm getting off topic

I'm sorry, If I'm gonna be honest

With the weed I get lost in

My train of thought and

I can't get back on track

188, it's the Amtrak crash

Rob, it's just too soon

So let's just do some who's who's

I be the cool dude from the new new school

You be the fools who the fools look down on

Get your frown on

Even if you got your clown on

You wouldn't get noticed

You're so bogus

(Tell 'em

It's the R to the O-B)