This is a song about "Stones and sticks"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks