This is a song about "Sandy stone"

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

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

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Sandy hook didn't happen boston marathon jeez

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture