This is a song about "Stone heads"

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

Better than college, after that, students home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

After lebron, i'm what's next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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