This is a song about "The stones"

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The more battles the better the flows

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

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

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,