This is a song about "Emma stone cat piss"

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

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

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

You easy to diss you breezy piss

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I'll piss off any christian

And i got that bait, they all bad

Well now i'm the top cat

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Little latasha sho' grown

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.