This is a song about "Stones"

We love for a while then a light goes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow