This is a song about "Hands of stone"

Please sugar don't come alone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

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

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

She's got her whole life ahead of her but it's slipping through her hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Better than college, after that, students home

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

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

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop