This is a song about "Harry potter and the sorcerer stone"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So i ended up all alone

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

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

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And on the stone write the epitaph in pen,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

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

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