This is a song about "Stone age man"

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

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

But i'm preparing for my golden age

Since she was a little age

Said her hearts, in a cage

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

She wanna be grown

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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