This is a song about "The stones"

Ha, running rebel on another level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,