This is a song about "Tom tosun stone benda"

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Okay man you do the drop

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Better than college, after that, students home

But like the egyptians ive carved my name in stone

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I don't need no fucking throne

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise