This is a song about "Cold stone"

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Now all i am is alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Good love then i can do that for her

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa