This is a song about "Stone age man"

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

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

Better than college, after that, students home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone