This is a song about "Beeing stone"

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

My all gold rolly or the

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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