This is a song about "Stones and sticks"

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Down in miami, with a super ho team

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path