This is a song about "Hands of stone"

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

It's the work of a killer so hungry with heart made of stone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome