This is a song about "The stone toil"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

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

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

Victims name engraved on marble stone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

And on the stone write the epitaph in pen,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.