This is a song about "Grave stones"

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

The stones had sympathy for the devil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Ill shoot your ass down like it is in a grave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,