This is a song about "A stone"

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Reliant, stone faced, defiant, colossus to a giant, dictator to a tyrant,

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

Mami told me son, hold your own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my