This is a song about "Stone island"

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

You left your nigga on his own

Medusa head will turn u into stone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Better than college, after that, students home

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

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I don't need no fucking throne

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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