This is a song about "The stone toil"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

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