This is a song about "Stone cold"

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Back in my zone

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

I’m brutal as a bazooka

The kings get killed very least overthrown

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

I refuse to be another being on this earth