This is a song about "Stones"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

The stones had sympathy for the devil

I'm mental, it's instrumental

This is oh so much like getting votes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones