This is a song about "Stones"

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

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

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

This is love, nothing else close

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones