This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Took me a while just to write those

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though