This is a song about "Gregory stone"

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone