This is a song about "Cold stone"

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone