This is a song about "Pusey stone island fucktard"

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Medusa head will turn u into stone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

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