This is a song about "Im a stone"

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Reliant, stone faced, defiant, colossus to a giant, dictator to a tyrant,

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Please sugar don't come alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Baby im in the zone