This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

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

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

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