This is a song about "Fuck rob stone"

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Kill 10 birds with one stone

She wanna be grown

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Your chick said i'm hot

I go back to my friend rob.

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone