This is a song about "Sandy stone"

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Sandy hook didn't happen boston marathon jeez

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Soon as i get home

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

My all gold rolly or the

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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