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

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

And on the stone write the epitaph in pen,

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Synthesize fine lines from scratch im a sorcerer

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

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

Lyrics can come straight from within and make stone move/

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold