This is a song about "Cold stone"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

And muthafuck the quota

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

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

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed