This is a song about "Swallowing stones"

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Swallowing down my tears

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

So while you worry about the hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,