This is a song about "Stones"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Ha, running rebel on another level

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

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

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

In front of our building, they was my heroes