This is a song about "Sandy stone"

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone