This is a song about "Tom tosun stone benda"

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Mind so cold leave you in stone, medusa

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Far away from home

Kill 10 birds with one stone

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

Playing with fire is a danger zone

She wanna be grown

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Medusa head will turn u into stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own