This is a song about "Justin stone"

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

You try because justin, you lack what makes a man inside/

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

#justin #already #showed #you, #from #head #to #toe

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

My all gold rolly or the

Stone cold bout to go in a coma