This is a song about "Emma stone"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

My all gold rolly or the

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,