This is a song about "Cold stone"

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

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

And you see me stare ,ive got that stone cold face

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

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

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I try to tell them i'm one of the