This is a song about "Gregory stone"

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Blackberry and t phone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone