This is a song about "Stone hut"

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

And muthafuck the quota

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

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

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

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

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,