This is a song about "Stone cold"

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

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

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Kill 10 birds with one stone

They blowing up my phone

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

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

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

Strong as stone,cold as ice,hot like a fire!

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her