This is a song about "Tom tosun stone benda"

Now all i am is alone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Born alone, work alone, die alone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

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

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

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

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home