This is a song about "I m like a stone"

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I"m the designated driver

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

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

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

You left your nigga on his own

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Strong as stone,cold as ice,hot like a fire!

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her