This is a song about "Stone hut"

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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