This is a song about "Key stone"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

Like hoes down in magic city

I’m tryna be low key

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

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Take the brick road for the blue key

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known