This is a song about "Grave stones"

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

We love for a while then a light goes

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

But you never come when you period is five days

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

You better dig your grave

And i just love your flashy ways

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,