This is a song about "Sticks and stones"

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Don't harbour cut throats, blades and sticks with sinnin' intentions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

And jewels, we got flooded with rocks and stones, so,

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level