This is a song about "Beeing stone"

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Mami told me son, hold your own

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

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

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

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,