This is a song about "Stone heads niggaz"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Gotta handle your own

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home