This is a song about "Stone cold kilta"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

And it's well known that rell home

Victims name engraved on marble stone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home