This is a song about "Chuy stone pedro"

So i guess you think you grown

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

Victims name engraved on marble stone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,