This is a song about "Stone hut"

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

I try to tell them i'm one of the