This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

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

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones