This is a song about "King stone"

I'm feelin like a king,

Hating my macking, they asking

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home