This is a song about "Stone age man"

Playing with fire is a danger zone

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Since she was a little age

With foreign names, valet the range

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home