This is a song about "Emma stone"

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

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

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

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Know i just call it head phone

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

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

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The best of the best, emma rae.

So close i could give flip a play