This is a song about "Pusey stone island fucktard"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Gotta handle your own

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Playin with fire is a danger zone

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

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

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