This is a song about "Beeing stone"

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

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

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Know i just call it head phone