This is a song about "Stones"

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,