This is a song about "Stone island"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home