This is a song about "The stone toil"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

And on the stone write the epitaph in pen,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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

It's the work of a killer so hungry with heart made of stone

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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