This is a song about "Fuck rob stone"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Until the end of time

Rob you on the street with the nine

I go back to my friend rob.

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop