This is a song about "Sandy stone"

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

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

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

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

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

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

And of course, my car's off course

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks