This is a song about "Stone"

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks