This is a song about "Stone cold kilt"

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

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

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Writing-chan, copper kilt

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

So i parked in a tow-away zone

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

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse