This is a song about "Stone"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

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

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Better than college, after that, students home

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home