This is a song about "Stevie stone"

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

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

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

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

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

And muthafuck the quota

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone