This is a song about "Stone"

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Mami told me son, hold your own

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

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I try to tell them i'm one of the