This is a song about "Stone hut"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Better than college, after that, students home

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

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone