This is a song about "Tom tosun stone"

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Back in my zone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my