This is a song about "Grave stones"

The stones had sympathy for the devil

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

But you never come when you period is five days

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Baby, you got that super bass

Elvis start turnin in his grave

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In his body and face

You better dig your grave

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered