This is a song about "Stone roses"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

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

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Know i just call it head phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Medusa head will turn u into stone