This is a song about "Rob stone"

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Baby im in the zone

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

About disaster in the world and

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

Yo, big rob you ready?

Let me rideuntil i get free