This is a song about "Stone age"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Gotta handle your own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

People followed but still looked down on age,

And don't you bring your camera phone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone