This is a song about "Pusey stone island fucktard"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

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

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Robben island imprisoned you

What preceded was the clue

Going to nyc from long island

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk