This is a song about "Rolling stones"

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

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Who know this be the life that i really live

Amma be rolling off the hinges

The stones had sympathy for the devil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones