This is a song about "Stone age man"

Since she was a little age

With foreign names, valet the range

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

But im only 18 years of age

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Medusa head will turn u into stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I jive like bone

Kill 10 birds with one stone