This is a song about "Tom tosun stone"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

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

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Playin with fire is a danger zone

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Medusa head will turn u into stone