This is a song about "Hands of stone"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Live long in the hands of my own, 

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

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

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,