This is a song about "Evil kidney stones"

We don't believe you, you need more people

Then have to revist this evil

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans