This is a song about "Sticks and stones"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Miami nights, it was all a dream

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

We love for a while then a light goes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/