This is a song about "The stones"

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

But more importantly taught me to pray

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

We love for a while then a light goes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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