This is a song about "Stone cold terminator"

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

And muthafuck the quota

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

The king upon the throne

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Paranthetical terminator, incremental operator

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are