This is a song about "Allen stone"

Put my number in your phone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

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

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

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Better than college, after that, students home

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Medusa head will turn u into stone

The kings get killed very least overthrown