This is a song about "Living tomb stone"

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Better than college, after that, students home

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

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