This is a song about "Gal stones"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

6 o's pay for my car

That gal want me ride har

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes