This is a song about "Rob stone"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

I go back to my friend rob.

Just searching for the perfect shot

Medusa head will turn u into stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Yo, big rob you ready?

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

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