This is a song about "Stones"

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

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

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

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

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones