This is a song about "Living tomb stone"

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

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

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

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

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

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Better than college, after that, students home