This is a song about "Stone moore do your fucking outlines"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Cant do this shit, im too fucking talented

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Twinkle your nose, wiggle your toes do whatever you gotta do,

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Soon as i get home