This is a song about "Beeing stone"

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Know i just call it head phone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

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

Tell 'em build a boat like noah

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

The king upon the throne

Gold plate wit dat rine stone