This is a song about "King stone"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone