This is a song about "Sticks and stones"

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Ten more depending on where wale going

I spray her with the cum, and that fucking sticks in

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

And of course, my car's off course