This is a song about "Gal stones"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Big homie hov said i am close

So pretentious with no potential

The stones had sympathy for the devil

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion