This is a song about "Stone island"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So is dr. j and moses malone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Robben island imprisoned you