This is a song about "Stone"

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

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

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

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

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Put my number in your phone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders