This is a song about "Allen stone"

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

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

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

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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

Spitting vividly as allen poe

Shades: lv was a little dough