This is a song about "Living tomb stone"

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

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

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

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

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud