This is a song about "Stone hut"

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

I jive like bone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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