This is a song about "Stone cold steve austin"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

And you see me stare ,ive got that stone cold face

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Better than college, after that, students home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

You left your nigga on his own

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

And don't you bring your camera phone