This is a song about "Stone age man"

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

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

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

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

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