This is a song about "Getting stone"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Better than college, after that, students home

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

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

So i guess you think you grown

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone