This is a song about "Pebble"

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

Its mental to think my words were essential, impact of a fucking pebble/

As i light one for ill will

And make you sink like a pebble

Victim with a pencil, on a special level a rebel you a pebble so gentle

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will