This is a song about "The stone toil"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Please sugar don't come alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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