This is a song about "Living tomb stone"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

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

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

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own