This is a song about "Stones and sticks"

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special