This is a song about "Gal stones"

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

All these grave stones 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

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones