This is a song about "Stone"

Now all i am is alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

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

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing