This is a song about "Allen stone"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Medusa head will turn u into stone

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Mami told me son, hold your own