This is a song about "Stone"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home