This is a song about "Chuy stone pedro"

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

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

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Now all i am is alone

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

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