This is a song about "Grave stones"

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

In his body and face

You better dig your grave

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

(fast) i don't have all day i might be in a grave

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days